Young Jonathan Davis Novels & Stories

I looked around the room, seeing people celebrate ignorance and then I stared back at my husband, the last person I expected to betray my trust. "Mr Davis is hereby," the Judge gave his verdict, "Acquitted of every charges laid against him." The courtroom rose an uproar. The entire people congratulating the Governor. Vivian could not stop hugging and kissing him. Scott stepped out of the witness box and walked past me to his father. Mr Davis hugged his son tightly, definitely proud of him. And then Michelle threw herself against him, screaming, "You did good, hubby!" and then she kissed him and he kissed her too.

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

Jonathan sighs, maybe it was a bad idea to involve people other than FBI officers in this case. "He had only two bullets left. He shot one at you, I just needed him to shoot the last one." Ashton answers to a very disappointed Jonathan. Ashton had seen Davis loading 6 bullets into his revolver before they took off for the meeting held at Sky Have club, he also had seen Davis shooting 4 bullets when the shooting started. It was mainly his men who protected him or else Davis would be dead within a second. They were attending a meeting about human trafficking before the shooting started. Yes, Davis led a human trafficking circle along with other illegal works. Police were trying to find clues t

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

*The Governor Villa* A day to the event Mrs.. Davis ordered her maids to prepared different new special meals because her son will be back that day. It was news everywhere that the governor's son Daniel Davis will be present at the LAVIDA-S event. A lot of ladies were crushing on him. He's 25years of age. About 6.45ft tall, with black short hair and eyes color blue. His slim. Lia wore a comfortable T-shirt and also paint that has a boyish look, with Allinone sneakers, then bundle her hair back.

I stay strong, my shoulders high, I only take a breath after he is out of my sight. "Uhhhhhh." I breathe as I grab onto the chair. "We did it, son." Dad says as he comes to my side and taps my shoulder with a grin on his face. "We make a great team don't we?" He adds. "That we do." I say as I stand up straight. "After all we are the Davis Jones, and no one can mess with us." He nods his head proudly and then grabs onto his cane as I take out my phone to message Autumn.

The door then shuts closed and I finally look at the person who just entered, and it is for sure not Cara or the nurse. “It is nice to meet you in the flesh, Jen Davis,” Spencer Young says in a charming tone.

Man, those two are still in good shape even at their age. “Nothing much, just dinner with you annoying people,” Devin has a weird way of showing his love for his father and sister. He even growled earlier when Jameson pulled him for a hug, but he enjoys holding Jaime in his arms. Eve chortled, “let’s have a party for your birthday.” It was more of a statement than a suggestion. “And have those irritating paparazzi nosing in my life? Nah, I’d rather not,” Devin kissed the top of Jaime’s forehead. I admired how sweet and caring he was towards his niece. How I wish I didn’t miss this stage in Griffin’s life. “What?”

I said, puzzled. “He used his son’s initials for it,” Evander informed me. “Son?” I queried. “Franklin Duval doesn’t have a son. You’re lying. Butcher…” “Yes, he does,” Evander screamed. “I’m telling you the truth. His name is Jonathan. Jonathan Duval, but he goes by Jonathan Adams.” Salvatore and I looked at each other. Fuck.